I Became A Villain In My Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

I needed to get my revenge on the lady solely responsible for my misfortune. You might wonder how I was able to connect the dot between my misfortune and this lady. It's simple, I read the book that I featured in.... At first I found it weird that the villain in the book had the same name as mine, and not only that... he actually lived the exact same life as mine. At first I thought I was mad, I thought I had finally gone crazy but I know my crazy thinking is indeed true. She recognizes me, she knows me.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

" But the best part is both Andrew and malice was as born at the same day and so I made up a story like they twins. And after she have birth to her i killed her after knowing his identity. " " She was too innocent that she didn't know what will happen to her. After she gave birth to malice I used her to get close to his Majesty the king Damien. Using her I began to control his mind and thus I used the love potion as well to get him under my control. " " Sooon I ruled under his side and till that bxstards made us get fooled. If it wasn't because of her I wouldn't have made such a deal. " " I was giving you a lavish life like you wanted instead I will be able to get the mine as they offered. B

It was like a wave of the sea passed through me that caused me to be swept away in a thought that I was inside a novel. "Lady Juliet?" Stop! Don't call me Juliet, call me Lumina! I don't want to be the villainess. I just realized that my life as a call center agent was much more better. Than being her... Being the villainess of the novel 'Yandere's love'.

- I said wryly. I slowly lowered myself onto my back, leaning my butt against Felipe's side, and gathered up the two books on the floor. As I picked them up, I returned to the position I had been in a few minutes before, her gaze changed to discomfort and before she could pick them up, I purposely dropped them on her foot, drawing laughter from my friends. - You don't know who you're messing with, girl. You want me to be the villain? Fine, I will, just don't ask me to stop, because I really won't." I whispered in her ear and walked into the living room without even picking up mine.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

I saw myself raising the gun to Remy’s head. I saw myself kicking Sayler. "Oh, Goddess," I choked out. The sound was a wet, broken sob. I fell forward, my hands hitting the cold stone. I looked at my hands again. The hands that had held a gun to my mate's temple. The hands that had kicked a four-year-old boy. I was a monster. I was the villain in this story. "What is wrong with him?" Veronica’s voice, sharp and demanding.

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

Inside, my obsession grew more concrete, more dangerous, more divorced from reality with each passing hour. But in my mind, I was the hero of this story. The devoted lover fighting to save his Alpha from a manipulative omega's trap. That narrative felt better than the truth, that I had become the villain of someone else's love story, unable to accept that I had been replaced by something real.